After saying this, Ye Linyuan put down the half-man-high black sickle in his hand and looked at Jiang Niannian with interest. "No woman has ever been able to block my sword without any damage. You are the first."

Jiang Niannian's hand trembled and the sword in her hand almost fell to the ground.

Although the setting of this demon king is evil, crazy, and a stud, why is it that this man looks at her with an expression that says "Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention!"? !

Don’t fucking look at me like that, I’m scared, go look at the heroine!

Ye Linyuan asked: "How is it? Are you happy that I have chosen you? Are you so excited that you can't even hold your sword steady?"

Jiang Niannian was so happy that she gave the Demon Lord a slap in the face that he had never received before.

"Hiss——" The demon followers behind him took a breath of cool air.

This woman actually dared to hit His Majesty! She is dead today!

However, they did not expect that their brutal and violent Demon Lord would change his usual behavior and grab Jiang Niannian by the neck and pull her into his arms. "Interesting, this is the first time a woman dares to slap me. Your personality makes me want to conquer you more than those who come and go at will."

The monks who fell to the ground looked towards Yin Buqi subconsciously.

Do you hear the raindrops falling on the green grass...

Tang Murou was anxious, pinching her skirt, about to cry: "Ye Linyuan, even if you deliberately get intimate with Miss Jiang in front of me, I can tell you clearly that I am not jealous at all. Go away, I will not go back with you! You only know how to take by force, you are still not a man!"

God damn logic!

"Whether I am a man or not, you will know if you try it?" Ye Linyuanlang smiled and approached gradually.

Tang Murou: "You... are so annoying, don't come over here!"

Ye Linyuan: "Mu Rou cries so hard, no one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out."

The corners of Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched. This White Lotus heroine and this narcissistic demon lord are simply a perfect match.

I beg you two to lock them up! Don't come out and cause harm to others!

Jiang Niannian struggled hard: "Let me go!" You're fucking kidnapping the heroine!

Yin Buqi stood up holding the sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised the red light in his hand, and chopped forward.

A cruel smile appeared on Ye Linyuan's lips, and his voice was cold and hard: "Since you are not afraid of death and provoke me, then I will kill you and take the two beauties back to get married!"

"Let her go!"

When Yin Buqi spoke the words, the sword in his hand had already created sword shadows all over the sky, as powerful as wind and thunder!

Ye Linyuan smiled triumphantly and with a bit of bloodthirsty excitement. He pushed Jiang Niannian away, raised the black sickle in his hand, and blocked Yin Buqi's brutal and fierce attack.

Yin Buqi staggered back, a bright red color flowing from the corners of his lips.

"Stop fighting!" Tang Murou wanted to step forward to help, but Yin Buqi dodged her, "No need."

The black sickle came at him again, with astonishing speed. Yin Buqi turned around swiftly, reciting sword techniques.

Suddenly, sword shadows fell from the sky, as fast as flowing light and the knives fell like rain.

Yin Buqi raised his sword and stabbed again. The shadow of the sword would not harm the person who cast the spell, but for others, once touched, it would be as powerful as cutting bones and flesh.

Ye Linyuan dodged the sword shadow while swinging his sword to block Yin Buqi's sword. He smiled and said, "You have reached the fusion stage at such a young age. It's really good. However, even Wen Shili could hardly kill me back then. Your little tricks are still too naive."

"Don't be too happy too soon."

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

A strong sense of crisis came over him, and Ye Linyuan's smile suddenly froze.

The jade-green sword pierced straight into his heart without any hesitation.

Blood flowed down the sword's body, gathered at the tip of the sword, and dripped onto the ground.

He turned around and saw Jiang Niannian's determined face.

One used sword shadows to confuse him and engaged him in close combat to attract his attention, while the other found the right moment to launch a surprise attack and delivered a fatal blow. It was a tacit cooperation.

For hundreds of years, no one except Wen Shili could hurt him.

"This sword is so beautiful." The Demon Lord pulled out the long sword from his chest, touched it, and his hands were covered with blood. Then he curled his lips and said, "What a pity... I am immortal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Jiang Niannian's neck and threw her to the side, then turned around and rushed towards Yin Buqi with his black claws.

If it penetrates the flesh an inch deeper, it will be fatal.

"etc!"

Jiang Niannian shouted, and said hurriedly: "Don't hurt him, I will go back to the Demon Palace with you."

"Oh?" Ye Linyuan said, "It seems that the beauty has no right to bargain with me."

"Don't hurt him, I'll go with you." Jiang Niannian put the sword on her neck: "Otherwise, you will bring back a corpse!"

Jiang Niannian was in a state of confusion, and she didn't know whether her threat would work on Ye Linyuan.

"Niannian..." Yin Buqi's red eyes were filled with disbelief, flashing with a bloody light, and the violent murderous aura was roaring wildly in his body.

"Don't be angry, beauty. You won't regret it if you hurt yourself." Ye Linyuan smiled smugly, withdrew his hand, and said nonchalantly, "I was just joking with you."

He held out his hand, and a follower hurried forward to wipe the blood off his hand.

"Take them all back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The followers tied up everyone with fairy ropes, and Yin Buqi wanted to fight back.

Jiang Niannian used her spiritual consciousness to talk to him: "Don't give up. We can't beat him for now. We can't fight him head-on. I have just asked Jiang Ziyu to use the flying book technique to contact Qinghe Daojun. Let's stabilize him first, and then act according to the situation."

Only then did Yin Buqi suppress his anger and allow his demon followers to tie him up.

The Immortal Binding Rope is made of green vines unique to the demon world, and can restrict the cultivation and spiritual power of monks to a certain extent.

"Hey! My sword! My sword fell, someone help me pick it up!"

Ye Linyuan: "Shut up!"

After a while, everyone was brought to an unfathomable abyss. It was the first time that Jiang Niannian had seen such a strange place. There was no light from the sky, and even the ground was gloomy. The demonic energy was so thick that it was suffocating.

Tang Murou wiped her tears and said, "Wuwuwuwuwu, it's all my fault. I've hurt everyone."

The monks could no longer bear it. They had been tricked by her countless times and shouted angrily, "Stop talking! Cry, cry, cry. You just cry. Are you annoyed?"

Once you go to the Demon Palace, who knows if you can come back alive? In the face of life, no matter how pretty Tang Murou's face is, you have to curse her.

Tang Murou successfully transformed herself from being a fan of everyone to being disliked by everyone through her own efforts.

But she didn't reflect on it at all. She clenched her fists, tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't mean to do that. It was Ye Linyuan who hurt you. Why did you treat me so badly? Do I mean I'm so annoying to you?"

Jiang Niannian looked at the wounds on her child's body, feeling sad. She couldn't help but angrily said, "You're not annoying, you're just useless."

"Yes, it's causing all the trouble."